Page 46 of Fierce-Jonah

“You could always ask me in advance,” he said. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight. You hadn’t said anything.”

“Do I need to tell you?”

“Nope. You don’t report to me,” he said.

“Good thing. I don’t do well with rules. Or so I’ve been told enough in my life. Do you have someone else coming in?”

“Not for another thirty minutes,” he said. “I was going to get something to eat.”

“You’re leaving for dinner?” she asked.

“No. Going to my office where there is always food and drink. I spend more time here than my apartment. Hungry?”

She lifted her eyebrows. “I am.”

They walked to the back of that room. His office was off this part of the building and it worked out better in his eyes as it was out of the way.

He had a key in his pocket that he pulled out to unlock the door. “I’ve got sandwich meats and chips. Some fruit and a lot of protein bars.”

“I’ll pass on the protein bars. They taste like paper.”

“I’m used to them.” He pulled out bread and opened the mini fridge for ham and turkey, some cheese and mustard. “Hope you like what I’ve got.”

Her finger came out and moved down his arm. “I do.”

He turned and had her against the wall, his mouth on hers, her arms around his neck again.

“I think this is what you are looking for,” he said when he lifted his head.

“Yes,” she said. “Kiss me again,”

He lowered his head and did as she’d asked, the two of them making out in his office, her grinding against him again. Jesus, this was going to be hard.

He finally had to push back and take a deep breath. “When I go back out there everyone is going to know what I’m feeling, unlike you.”

Her hand went down between his legs, over his shorts. “Good. We are even. Or I guess the better question is if you were even after Sunday night when you were by yourself?”

“I think you know the answer to that. And cut it out. I don’t have much time.”

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll take a half a sandwich though.”

“Help yourself,” he said and made his and sat at his desk. He pulled some chips out and set them on his desk too. “Sorry, I don’t have plates back here.”

“No worries.” She took a piece of bread, put a slice of turkey and ham on it and then some mustard and folded it in half. “This works. And I should still be able to get out on the treadmill when it’s my time.”

He grabbed two waters out of the fridge and handed one to her. “Here. I noticed you didn’t have one.”

“I forgot it. I was going to buy one at the counter before I worked out.”

“Now you don’t have to.”

“Our second dinner date,” she said. “Oh wait. Third. Brunch, then dinner and now this. Dinner again.”

“Thankfully I took you out once already so you don’t think I’m that cheap.”

“Nah,” she said.

“Tell me how it went with Raina today at lunch.”